Dear Housemate, An open postcard from home. I left you at the airport, briefly considered my inclination to turn around and un-leave you, and then went for an extended airport stroll. Not part of the usual currents, I soon found more deserted airportscapes—a corridor of sun, a hot and empty escalator—and then on the other side of this backcountry came upon International Departures, where I decided to hang out. There is something nice about an international airport early in the day.
Home: up and down, colder and warmer
Home: up and down, colder and warmer
Home: up and down, colder and warmer
Dear Housemate, An open postcard from home. I left you at the airport, briefly considered my inclination to turn around and un-leave you, and then went for an extended airport stroll. Not part of the usual currents, I soon found more deserted airportscapes—a corridor of sun, a hot and empty escalator—and then on the other side of this backcountry came upon International Departures, where I decided to hang out. There is something nice about an international airport early in the day.